Cropt head Wilks and Pangles, And a Meal of good sweting to ney; And when you're all burst with eating, We'll rise up and Dance 'till we dey: _Come aw let's awaw to the Wedding, For there will be Lilting there;_ Jockey'll _be marry'd to_ Moggy, _The Lass with the Golden Hair._ _The Mistresses: A_ SONG _Set by Mr._ JAMES TOWNSEND, _the Words by Mr._ ROLFE. [Music] _Lavia_ would, but dare not venture, Fear so much o'er-rules her Passion; _Chloe_ suffers all to enter, Subjects Fame to Inclination: Neither's Method I admire, Either is in Love displeasing; _Chloe's_ fondness gluts desire _Lavia's_ Cowardise is Teazing. _CÊlia_ by a Wiser Measure, In one faithful Swains embraces; Pays a private Debt to Pleasure, Yet for Chast in publick Passes: Fair ones follow _CÊlia's_ Notion, Free from fear and censure wholly; Love, but let it be with Caution, For Extreams are Shame or Folly. _A_ SONG. _Set by an Eminent Master._ When embracing my Friends, And quaffing Champain; Dull Phlegmatick Spleen, Thou assault'st me in vain; Dull Phlegmatick Spleen, Thou assault'st me in vain: My Pleasures flow pure, Without Taint or Allay; And each Glass that I drink, Inspires with new Joy. My Pleasures thus heighten'd, No Improvement receive; But what the dear Sight Of my _Phillis_ can give: The Charms of her Eyes, The Force of my Wine, Do then in Harmonious Confed'racy joyn: To wrap me with Joys, To wrap me with Joys, Seraphick, Seraphick, and Divine. _A_ TENEMENT _to Let_. [Music] I Have a Tenement to Let, I hope will please you all, And if you'd know the Name of it, 'Tis called _Cunny Hall_. It's seated in a Pleasant Vale, Beneath a rising Hill; This Tenement is to be Let, To whosoe'er I will. For Years, for Months, for Weeks or Days, I'll let this famous Bow'r; Nay rather than a Tennant want, I'd let it for an Hour. There's round about a pleasant Grove, To shade it from the Sun; And underneath is Well water That pleasantly does run. Where if you're hot you may be cool'd, If cold you may find heat; It is a well contrived Spring, Not little nor too great. The place is very Dark by Night, And so it is by Day; But when you once are enter'd in, You cannot lose your way. And when you're in, go boldly on, As far as e'er you can; And if you reach to the House top, You'll be where ne'er was Man. Tune, _Draw_ Cupid _Draw_. Here, _Chloe_ hear, And do not turn away, From my Desire, but quench my Fire. And my Love's flames allay: And let my Song go along, Unto Compassion move; And make you kind, And bend your mind, And melt you into Love.